Grey Sunday 60o Word Composition

I like Sunday. My parents are at home. It's really exciting for a family to watch TV and chat or go to the park to play and watch movies. But today, it is different from usual. ...

Early this morning, the doorbell at home started to ring. "Who is it!" I got up reluctantly, dressed in a hurry, washed my face and brushed my teeth, and went downstairs after breakfast. Seeing my little cousin sitting in a chair, she cleverly called me, "Hello, sister!" " "I was sitting next to my mother at the corner of my mouth with a smile on my face, and I had a very bad feeling in my heart. Sure enough, my mother smiled and said to me, "Er Yan, Xiao Xuan is coming to our house today, and my mother is going to my uncle's house in the morning. Take care of her for her!" "Although mother looks very polite, in fact, her words are not negotiable. I nodded helplessly.

Depressed, I picked up an ice cream and ate it. "Sister, can you give me a taste?" Xiao Xuan "floated" to my side again, looking at me eagerly, drooling on his face, and almost turned my ice cream out of his stomach. I was about to refuse when my mother's words rang in my ears again, so I had to "contribute" ice cream. "Thank you, Sister!" The little guy didn't forget to say thank you. But what happened next made me stunned. Xiao Xuan tasted the ice cream. It was big and big, and soon she ate up a large glass of ice cream. At noon, no matter how I coaxed her, Xiao Xuan only ate a little, but in the afternoon, she cried and said she was hungry. There is nothing else to eat at home, only my "collector's edition" snacks. There is no doubt that she wiped it out again. In a short time, Xiao Xuan groaned with a stomachache again. I urged my parents to come back. They took my cousin to bed to rest, rubbed her stomach for a while, and then hurried to find medicine. In this way, I was busy until my uncle came to pick her up. Fortunately, Xiao Xuan was fine, but we were exhausted. ...

Hey! It used to be a colorful Sunday, but now it has become a gray Sunday, helpless. ...